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About GAU

Born and raised in Santa Barbara, CA, Gustavo Adolfo Uribe (b. 1985) has been influenced from a variety of musical genres including: Hip Hop, Jazz, Classical, Spanish, Afro-Cuban, and Argentine Tango. His composition fuses rhythmic and melodic ideas from a multicultural background into beguiling narratives. He has traveled to Buenos Aires to study Argentine Tango and formally studied music composition at SBCC, UCSB, and at CalArts. He also has a passion for wine tasting, dancing Argentine tango, and studying meditative and martial arts.

I shred up the script
I ride brave
Had to decide how to do ma thang
I had to give in to me I
Had to conquer and see I
Looked in my abyss I
Saw nothing but, choose to dive in I
Last time I could risk it all
Good enough to take it to the top?
Following steps of no providence
Falling unguided
Ignorantly blinded living trying to discorver
What is hidden from the curtains of meaning
Stories, feelings, family, secrets, easy
T’deny them as horse shit
Fairy telling, dream inspired, chemically so unbalanced
Non sense mental pranks
Dismissed as it were fake
I kept pursuing the game
Until I saw it unrelenting staring at my face
Without knowing what I knowing is unfolding
Clashed with knowledge of mass psychosis
Hopeless the answeres were right there unnoticed
Frozen in a science of broken
Neverending scope

Chin Check
-que sabes tu?-
With a pain in me
Pay em som’
But they can’t turn me
I’ma tell you some ‘em something
And you better know this
I shang tsung, but don’t tango this
uhhhhh

Trippin naw doubt purified I know
Everything is everything dipped in lies
Indoctrinized and left victimized I know
Truth is just whatever you can’t see inside
I know 2 things within me, one ringed set of 13
I suppose they’re fighting on a hundred million ways
Of harnessing powers of 3
I invoked enigmatic vessels, I awoke the pharoes temple
I perceived a second birth through
A visitation phenomena
Soul neurotic, symbiotic, catastrophic releasing my
Devine inspiration, my own incarnation
My own limitation
I don’t pit stop, hip hop spit
Stop wit, drop flip flop –
Slip, sub mit quick hit stepping up the tempo
Twist I brace and recommit
Face a beethovens fifth
Eyes closed but focused, side swipe
And shake off them bogeys
Political plot assault and you know this
Talk a lot don’t cha
Hit em I wanna givem your thoughts don’t cha
Dip and wanna fend for yourself don’t cha
But your infiltrated saturated and invigorated
To do som bout it, but then realize – ahhhhh

Ima cholo 2.0, soona o later everybody goin know x2
I’m a lin kuei cholo Ninja
My beats and rhymes is goin getcha
My flo going slitcha
Throat cuz I aint no bitcha
Punk, hand on my nutz
Back massage subs in the back of my trunk
I don’t give a fuck
The cops don’t neither
I ask for directions, but they look eager
They wanna ask me questions they wanna go deeper
I’m on the curb and they looking for a reason
Do what? Simon says do som
For what, Cuz you’re a dumb beana!
The 6 6 ply means ima drug deala
I’m have to lie or they locka me in the freeza
Sombrero on my heads cuz I singa
Powder the trunker is a lotta bleach cleana
Grass is for mulch that I’ll use for my leisure
Ima mariachi, janitorial, grounds keepa baby!

Ima cholo 2.0, soona o later everybody goin know x2
I’m a lin kuei cholo (cholo) Ninja (ninja)
My beats and rhymes is goin getcha
My flo going slitcha throat cuz I aint no bitcha
Gorrila black on black Kawasaki ninja
I’m goin light speed with the screama
My 600 r goes hard like I’m ceasa
Everybody sees me and hails when I peel up
But im just chillen, cruised as I dip
The mustangs chase on my way to the crib
I let go the throttle and run it down from 80
Everythihg is cool, but all the piggies hate me
I get pulled up by a motorcycle cooper
I wasn’t even speeding but its really no shocker
Wtf is this? Im already preparing my excuses
but hes got his rope ready making nooses
I see ‘em in the mirror and he looks like nazi
I tell him eva I’m Italian and my last name is rossi
My English is sloppy, Mussolini is my grand papi
Why you trippin on me getting saucy?
He says he’s mistaken and his really sorry
I looked like a beaner in a stolen ducati, uhhhh

If they were here
Some crip, some ball
Some spit living life on call
Some witsh , but don’t all
Wanna feel like number on on top
And get riches, enough to eat and mall
They goin wish it, but they goin get it naw
They goin pivot
And maybe discipline their call
They goin kill it, kill it, kill it n fall

See I’m born eight five
Rapping on my mind
Since I heard that thug life
Eveytime I hear it, I feel a lion inside
Everytime I live it I feel another voice rise
Another choice
Dying from a social point blind
Witnessing a phrophesized nation toungue tied
A 44th messiah and things are still not right
A monetary prison designed to
Keep hope alive
By tricking our minds

Oooh I’m sitting back and
Watching neo- Babylon
Wings of eagles
On the shoulders of rap antiphons
Ohh sit back and watch
The realness become gentrified
Civil leaders
In the spotlight become sacrificed

Shots off 20 years later
Ring in the shadows of slave ship makers
Truth being leaked from the shakers
Being twisted from hip hop traitors
Glorified fakers leaching off d’ greatest
Album dropped
Featuring the now famous
A generation of new rap anxious
Being stalked by the same infiltration

Some crip, some ball
Some spit living life on call
Some witsh , but don’t all
Wanna feel like number on on top
And get riches, enough to eat and mall
They goin wish it, but they goin get it naw
They goin pivot
And maybe discipline their call
They goin kill it, kill it, kill it n fall

Games open wide
Labels centralized with a corporate mind
Public being flooded by underground finds
Social media and the internet
Become the new grind
Downloading for free or its streamed subscribed
Talent being scrambled finding ways to advertise
Imploding evolution on a media divide
Unrestricted distribution killing NY times
With new new york times

Blood plots with a brotherhood danger
A star knocked and no visible assailants
A star shot in a similar surveillance
Stars used for political vagueness
On mass appeal stages, on threat of replacement
If they comply, then they’re gaurenteed famous
If they comply, they don’t worry bout wages
And feed rich in their ku klux cages

Summertime winnertime anytime chica
She’s a catalougue diva
I’m talking bout the hella down
Run around underground chica
She’s a flirty fashionista
She’s gonna supermodel independent hotly
She’s gonna be whippin leather or whatever on me
She’s working wherever she’s walking strong and fiercly
She’s goin deny any sucka who’s a needy wanna be lover
She needs under the cover
Macho rhythm five fold
With a tight flo – nerves is Ice cold
Who eats them tacos and food from moraco
Don’t stop fly beana Gustavo
Neva eva will she lie insisting resist
Neva will she lie in a bed w/o bliss
Neva she goin step in ride, and not process
The deep forfeit, of missing out on uhhh!!!!

She nasty, She’s freaka
Hella loud when she’s gonna cum around squeaka
Nasty, I squeeze ha
Candles are burning and butter is churning
Shouldn’t shun her, even amish keep her
Fo no reason, exept she v secrets
Every fresh season
Every single pose is unique
And every style is wild and chic
She could strut a mile no sleep
A vile slip slap, Miss thang s back diva
She’s the extra cheese pizza
The only one talking in the theatre
T’ lucretia, Sabrina, teresa, Shaniqua is on the phone speak – ah
Talking bout the Nuevo shanel keepas
Every single item aint closet aint cheapa
Flying nueva york
Every single fashion weekend – uhhh

Fuerte aldente
I’m the spicy fettuchini mechate
She likes to cut it all raw caliente
Screamin onomonopie violente
She likes a bik ram tae bo
Hunnit c hottie in te lam bo
She does tai chi kwan do
A lingerie mortal Rambo
She’s a lui kang fire ball chica
Akuma kickin tatsumaki strippa
She can bruce lee side kicka a creepa
Dim sum dim mak technika jumba juice
Carrots – and tequila shots – and
Oranges and necterines and grenadine straight to the top
Shes gtet her drink on
With vitamins ready to shop
Interlinked on
With twitter and tinder coffeee then dinner, maybe
Fe fi fo fum pinot noir and chocalates
She wants that bossanova ambience
Candlelights with the playing forth flaw a less
She’s walking up , coffee ready for some organic
She’s bumpin 2pfacolypse, she’s hip she’s rocking it
She luvin life with a sensual awesomeness
Uh hella dreamy nefertteti politicly philophical
Supermodel with a complishements yeeahhh!

I’m that repo teka
That go go girl molesta
Im 2 for 1, im coke and rum
Hella drunk kn the disco teka
Im king of that rap baby
Everybody goin know
Homie I don’t give a fuck about lyrics
I don’t really give a fuck about flow
I just drop my pants and press go
Matterfact, take a shit it turns gold
Im that brown Robert deniro
Making that de nero baby!
Born to slave in that trap to chill
I neva knew to give up
Homie’ n’ Ill neva call it luck
So bitch hata get up off o my nuts chola!

Damn girl excuse you
The crowds thick but don’t bruis through
You looking hard and I’m getting hard
Cuz I know you wanna gimme that mushu
That fools set with that 2 step
They get close, she takes 2 steps
But ima chess move her up in 2 steps
Ima tic tac tactfully tech 0 topics to make ther toes wet
Totally what youd expect
I’m on the dance flo sippin on coke and cap
And I’m grinding on theis hoochie mama
Having sex
No filter, chop stick sticka
Im Jackie chan cholo on themic my jigga, anybody
Everybody dancings all good
I’m dubbin, im dumin
I’m clubbin hood

Sun is shining, hypnotic moon
Im trying to make L Lu Love 2 you
That phone number’s my gun
I pull the trigger you come
Youz one of a kind
So I’m making time, t’ discover living
With one and only, soul and mind vibing
Toungue looper, the dim hooper, the storm trooper
A cold stuper, up the tempo
Loving with my eyes closed
Its crazy how being so independent
Can be dependent on trying
To find the right soul?
If I could drop a ton
With a the high note,
The right flow picking loving with a blinde fold
I would jump easily no remorse, free and bestow
The best part of my whole

Biggie x4 bounce
Jealusy slippery mis pronounced
I hate what I know it can do
Sharks destracting my food – uh
Ima have to be descreet
And devote my love to be hot vanilli
I’ma have to keep it milli
Kalua ciniminni, so chilly, yes really
Drinking so yum
Ima spice it up a 2 1
Keep it in the drivers zone
Time to go with chrome cologne
Ruff ride and get me some uhh
Bumpin doggy style on the freeway before I see her and know
It feels really easy
Got a cholo feeling really down and patron Like he’s james bond sipping martinis – uhh
Smooth lines so slip in cold
Persist so slick to dip with out knots
With out problems
Running around fly with the chick
Slim think, tock tick, no whining bout the money clip
Don’t trip, bills knicked, with the steady grind, credit neva declined
Make a toast quick, pose click, tweet tweet
I G, like like, light kiss
In restaurant lights dimmed in summertime nights
Gotta get the ckeck, gotta get it right
And leave a gangsta tip, taka an extra pic
For fans and shit, showing love for the waitresses oooohh
Sippin coca-cola getting a lil soba
Finishing nibbalin that coconut flan
Take a quick pee, before we gotta go leave
Nom saying? Gotta ride out and
Bum that cho lo ish 2 point o shit
From that alpine devine J L sub witch
Simply invigorating that wish list
Erupt in jaccuzi lovin living that tub life bliss
How anybody goin diss?
Remiss the tublife and not get that kiss kiss?
Lamborghinis in the back with the swiss
Chips locked up in safe overseas grips
And everytime I’m chillen with the miss
She brings that sweet sazon to make it so uhhhh

Todo mundo baila el son del carribe
Cuando baja el sol they goin feel me
They gonna go to the dj booth
And go heathen
They want that g adolfo uribe
They want that latin shit
So I reggaeton that hit
Mammis wanna club it and hypnotize those hips
Im neva gonna slip
I’m neva goin die
From the westcoast to the clubs world wide

Todo mundo baila el son del caribe
Estilo California sbeeze
When it hits the pr coast they goin feel me
They want that g adolfo uribe
They love that latinshit, so I reaggaeton that hit
Mammis wanna club it and hypnotize those hits
I’m neva goin slip, I’m neva goin die
From the westcoast to the clubs world wide

North Dakota, Minnesota
Snaking from el sur, it spreads all ova
Sammy sosa, sharapova
Toda mundos in debt to drogas
They high buying ice cream loads
They flying on their big ass boats
The laws a joka
The war aint ova
Todo el mundo going get that coka
Legalize that shit boy
Its always raingin them bricks boy
Recognize that shit boy
And penitentiarys aint shit

California bending ova, crooked politicians sippin on that coka
Sinaloa taking ova, smugglin mexicanos thru Arizona
They high trying to build that wall, they high trying to make it tall
The laws a joka, its not the coka
Todo mundos high, its neva soba
Keys and limitless clips in armored faerraris bumbing my shit
suicide ride with subs pumpin hits
Im living like a biggie video hypnotizin
Vividly realizing the life with the t-top down!
Snap a pic, drop shift, pull click, pop the gato!
Cuz I dip in independent rooms in the brick wall
And I don’t give a thought about thinking its right wrong
I’m thug lifein that shit boy
Recognize that shit boy!
Feds can suck on my neck bone
But they can’t silence my shit!
They trying to Watergate my grip boy
Divide the mindes of the fit boy
Suppress the cards in the deck boy
But I just drive and do’t quit
They tring that billion money makin that bank
A central scheme, but don’t that that fate
They trying to sit on top of million dreams like minds of clay
but I know I’ll ride, I’ll survive and I’ll twist their game uhhhh!!!